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Jan 2015
Give me time.
I'll give you space.
You may tie me up with leather straps.
And I will give you lace.
All I want is dialect in spoken words and twisted tongues.
I laid my head upon your pillow.
So glad we didn't ****.
They call it self preservation and I'm pretty well preserved.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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